Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.